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 All the true friends of my childhood, 
 In heaven, on earth or the sea, 
 Whether rich, poor or high, 
 
 And of whatever dye. 
 It matters but little to me. 
 
 to the bright golden days that shall never 
 Return to bless my sad fate, 
 to the hopes that are blasted forever, 
 This volume i dedicate ! 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
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 PREFACE 
 
 As rhyme is my natural mode of expression, 
 
 To attempt prose, would be a lack of discretion. 
 
 A youth possessed of rare wit (?) and agility, 
 
 It becomes me for once to show my ability 
 
 In the perfection of a suitable preface, 
 
 To sayor of " depth " to giye tone to the " surface." 
 
 In perusing the work now opened before you, 
 
 Haye charity, reader, I ask, I implore you ; 
 
 Should you find a mistake, that mistake oyerlook, 
 
 "'TIS a hard thing to find — an objectionless book. 
 
 An objectionless book, in form, color, and size. 
 
 The arrangement of t}^e to suit evei'i/ ones eyes ! 
 
 The question will 'rise, "\yho adyised this proceeding?" 
 
 My answer is, '^no one. An occasional reading 
 
 Of original matter in after life, 
 
 Inducement sufficient for whateyer of strife 
 
 I haye endured." For 'tis a strife to publish a book 
 
 As I haye had to do this one, — ^by hook and by crook. 
 
 If my muse should continue to fashion more rh}Tne, 
 
 Again you will hear fi'om me, at no distant time. 
 
 'Till then may God's blessing, both in peace and in war 
 
 Attend you and me. Truly Yours, Wallace R. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
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 ( Aunt Nellie's Advice 25 ^ 
 
 < Among the Rocks 44 I 
 
 < A Love Song 37 ^ 
 
 I By the Shore 20 I 
 
 s Catherine and Jerome 13 > 
 
 ^ Count the Cost 29 \ 
 
 < F. L. & M. A. M.'s Paper Wedding 22 ^ 
 
 ^ Friends 28 > 
 
 ^ Franklin, Home of my Adoption 27 < 
 
 < Fettered with Gold 31 > 
 
 ? Gone Before 54 < 
 
 \ Happiness 9 > 
 
 How Long, O, God how Long? 50 
 
 Lines on a Red Rose 24 
 
 Lines 21 
 
 Lines Addressed to P. B. C. Esq ., 42 
 
 Look Beyond 19 
 
 Nothing but Dust 15 
 
 Oh, the World Is Full of Beauty 1 16 
 
 Of What shall I Write? 4 
 
 Retrospective 39 ^ 
 
 Scraps 43 > 
 
 The Milk Peddler's Dream 10 \ 
 
 The Higher Life 36 > 
 
 The Song of the Reveler 48 I 
 
 The Dying Child 38 > 
 
 Water How Pure and How Free ! 52 $ 
 
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OF WHAT SHALL I WRITE 
 
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 Shall I write of the gladsome spring, < 
 
 And of broad bright meadows green, i 
 
 Where the earliest violet wakes I 
 
 From its long cold winter's dream ? i 
 
 Birds, flowers, and tiny rills, i 
 
 Skipping lambs, and budding trees, I 
 Dewy moss, refreshing showers. 
 
 The breath of perfume on the breeze ? 
 
 Shall I write of the long bright summer. 
 
 Of orange groves and bowers. 
 Where lovers meet, and pledge their troths, 
 
 And while away the evening hours ? 
 Walks, placid lakes, and moonlight sails, 
 
 Mountains, tiiat high to heaven soar, 
 Plains, drives, the vallies deep, 
 
 Sunny skies, and Neptune's roar ? 
 
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 Shall I write of the golden harvest, 
 
 Her sheaves, and shocks of corn, 
 Vegetables, and luscious fruits, 
 
 And the mellow tints of morn? 
 Balmy days, and frosty nights. 
 
 The merry husking-time, 
 The gorgeous hues the forests' wear. 
 
 And the flow of the melting wine? 
 
 < Shall I write of the winter cold, 
 
 > Storms, sleet, and drifted snow, 
 
 I Mimic forts, and gay levees, 
 
 \ And lakes and rivers all aglow ? 
 
 \ Halls of mirth, and toiletts splendid, 
 
 i Where fame and wealth abound, 
 
 \ Wretched haunts of poverty, 
 
 I Where naught but death is found? 
 
 Shall I write of Europe's pomp, 
 Her monuments of art. 
 
 Of Asia's gorgeous splendor, 
 And teeming fields of mart ? 
 
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 Palmy plains, the desert wastes I 
 
 Of Afrie's burning sands, > 
 
 Or of our own America, i 
 
 The grandest, loveliest of lands? ? 
 
 Shall I write of the many Isles e 
 
 That deck the ocean's main, I 
 
 The mighty monsters of the deep, ^ 
 
 Wrestling with the waves in vain ? ^ 
 
 Earthquakes, lightning, fire, and smoke, < 
 
 Revolutions, beasts of prey, I 
 
 Volcanoes, precipices, caves, I 
 
 The sportive child, the matron grey? I 
 
 Shall I write of cities olden, I 
 
 Domes, spires, and turrets high, < 
 
 Avenues, and shaded streets > 
 
 Peopled with men of every dye ? s 
 
 Churches, where prayer and praise assend < 
 
 From humble mortals lowly bent, I 
 The prisons' damp, and darkened cells, * \ 
 
 With the curses of the cursing rent? 
 
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 Vaults, where the j^ellow gold is stored, 
 
 Barred and bolted from the needy poor, I 
 
 Pleasure's temple, the cup, and the dance. 
 The prostrate form, the midnight hour? 
 
 Shall I write of the great and mighty. 
 Enrolled on the parchment of fame, 
 
 Heroes, poets, statesmen, sages. 
 
 Glittering gems, and the miser's gain? 
 
 Halls of state, the silent tomb 
 Where the dead forever sleep, 
 
 The boom of cannon, clash of steel, 
 I Countless pearls, 'neath the salt sea deep? 
 
 Shall I write of music's power 
 
 To soothe the savage breast. 
 The Artist's touch on the canvas, 
 
 In living colors drest ? 
 The beauties of immortal verse 
 
 Set to notes almost divine, 
 The Sculpture's skill, which e'er shall live 
 
 In marble, through all time ? 
 
OF WHAT SHALL I WRITE 
 
 ShalM write of the treasures hidden \ 
 
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 Far down in the depths of the soul, > 
 
 Love exhaustless, bright hopes blasted, \ 
 
 The terrors of Hell, and Heaven's goal? > 
 
 The great and good that might have been, \ 
 
 If men to themselves were but true, I 
 
 The present, the past, the things to come \ 
 
 Up, down, over this world and through? > 
 
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 Shall I write of the '' City Celestial," > 
 
 Its broad flowing river of life, > 
 
 Where the ransomed may drink of its waters, > 
 
 Freed forever from earthly strife? \ 
 
 Of its pastures green, and golden streets, \ 
 
 Crowns, and robes of the purest white, \ 
 
 The Prince of Peace, the great white throne > 
 
 Bathing all Heaven with its light? > 
 
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 Of what shall I write, I know not, 
 
 For my thoughts are scattered and few. 
 But whatever my muse may have fashioned, I 
 
 I've written it truly for you. \ 
 
HAPPINESS. 
 
 When a few more years shall have numbered, 
 
 And my soul have regained its lost light, I 
 
 Made better and stronger by sorrow, I 
 
 Oh, then I shall know what to write ! i 
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 O, happiness, where art thou found? 
 
 For I would chase thee, the whole earth round ; 
 
 Art thou a myth, or some blessed reality ? 
 
 And where, O, where is thy locality ? 
 
 Is it in wealth, or pride of birth ; 
 
 Knowledge, power, or scenes of mirth ? 
 
 In wearing the silken robes of fashion. 
 
 In ministering to human passion ? 
 
 In being courted, puffed, and lauded. 
 
 And for foolish deeds applauded ? 
 
 No. The happiness in these is found. 
 
 As solid ice — an empt}^ sound. 
 
 The seasons come, the seasons go. 
 Summer's sun, and the winter's snow ; 
 
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 The flowers bud, bloom, fade, and die. 
 And sadly the years of life roll by. 
 Ah ! yes ; the years are rolling on, 
 And one by one we shall soon be gone. 
 The river crossed, the gateway entered ; 
 ' Tis there sweet happiness is centered ! 
 
 THE MILK PEDDLER'S DREAM. 
 
 It was an eve in summer-time 
 
 And silence reigned supreme ; 
 
 The moon rode high, and brightly shone 
 
 O'er fields of living green. 
 
 Beneath an ever spreading oak. 
 
 Low seated on the ground. 
 
 Half hidden in the tangled grass. 
 
 An unmanly man was found. 
 
 Beneath his torn hat glowed the wealth 
 
 Of a ghastly mouth, and blood-shot eyes. 
 
 Which ever and anon he raised 
 
 Desparingly towards the skies. 
 
 A little child, some eight years old. 
 
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 With bright blue eyes, and modest mien, 
 Half flying through the dew wet grass. 
 Perchance a " lightning bug was seen." 
 The father looked, he saw his child 
 In all its innocence and mirth, 
 
 s And as he gazed, this sigh escaped, 
 
 I " Too good, too beautiful for earth. 
 
 S I would that I were half as good 
 
 ^ As him who sports in yonder green, 
 
 I My boy, come sit down by my side, > 
 
 \ And list while I relate a dream ! " 
 
 In answer to his father's call, 
 
 The child no longer waited ; 
 
 He soon was seated by his side. 
 
 To hear the dream related. 
 
 And there in the stillness of the night 
 
 The horrible dream was told ; 
 
 And naught was heard save the speaker's voice 
 
 As the tears from his eyelids rolled. 
 
 " My son, I had a dream last night ; 
 
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 No. Yes, but it was a dream ; 
 
 For with all of my meanness, I never could do 
 
 Anything quarter so mean. 
 
 I dreamed 1 had milked, as I do every night. 
 
 And instead of filling the cans. 
 
 The milk to the cellar I carried, 
 
 And strained it all into the pans. 
 
 And then in the morning — I skimmed it ! 
 
 Took off every bit of the cream. 
 
 Oh, heavens ! how could I ? how could I ? 
 
 But then it was only a dream ! " 
 
 '' Well father it might be a dream 
 
 For any thing that I know, i 
 
 But I've seen you do it a hundred times s 
 
 Just as you've dreamed it, so ! " } 
 
 " Hush child, this minute, I say, I 
 
 I guess you've been dreaming too, > 
 
 For such a contemptable thing I 
 No mortal e'er see me do. 
 Then from the celler I brought the milk. 
 
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 All skimmed and ready for sale, 
 
 And filled the cans with the miserable stuff, 
 
 Mixed with water from the pail. 
 
 But then it was only a dream, my boy, 
 
 I ne'er could commit such a sin, " 
 
 " Why father, father, that's no dream 
 
 CATHERINE AND JEROME, 
 
 Laving the wooded green ; 
 Sweet perfumed flowers embalmed the air 
 Around the mystic scene. 
 
 A night for love ; enchantment 
 
 Ruled on every side 
 When the rustic youth took '' Cathies " hand, 
 
 And claimed her for his bride. 
 
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 '' For that life beyond the tide/' 
 
 To renew his olden love, 
 
 And to claim his " Spirit bride ! " 
 
 '' In just one month my darling, I 
 
 We'll embark on the voyage of life ^ 
 
 Together, Heaven permitting, > 
 
 Yon as my own sweet wife/' I 
 
 The month came 'round, but death ^ 
 
 Had snatched her from his side I 
 
 And borne her to the Spirit land, > 
 
 Beyond life's ruffled tide. > 
 
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 Now in the early summer, > 
 
 When sweet flowers deck the sfreen, > 
 
 And the crescent moon sheds forth her light I 
 
 An old man may be seen. > 
 
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 < And return to dirt and dust. > 
 
 \ Gold, gold, gold. Jewels rare, wealth untold, 
 
 \ Will tarnish, fade, and rust, 
 
 ^ And return to grains of dust. > 
 
 Grasses, greening all the perfumed passes. 
 Die thou shalt and die thou must 
 And return to clouds of dust. 
 
 Stranger, traversing the earth a ranger, 
 Ever thinkest that thou must. 
 Eventually return to dust? 
 
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 Flowers, fruits, meats, and radient bowers ; 
 All the spoils of earth will rust, 
 And return to yellow dust. 
 
 Love, love, love, the sinless spotless dove ; 
 Thou alone shalt never rust 
 Nor return to moth and dust ! 
 
 
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 \ OH, THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTY ! 
 
 There is beauty in the spring-time, 
 
 Beauty in the laughing rills. 
 In the mosses, in the daises, 
 
 In the meadows, on the hills. 
 Beauty in the fresh green grasses. 
 
 Every shrub and budding tree. 
 Oh, the world is full of beauty 
 
 When the heart is light and free ! 
 
 In the summer's radient splendor, 
 
 Who the beauties can deny 
 Of the emerald earth beneath us. 
 
 And above the azure sky ? 
 Of the flower decked earth beneath us, 
 
 And above the starry dome ; 
 Man's haven of eternal bliss. 
 
 For this earth is not our home. 
 
 There is beauty in the autumn, 
 
 In the green fields changed to brown, { 
 
 In the gorgeous hues of the woodlands I 
 
 Which on every hand are found. > 
 
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 There's beauty in the falling leaf, 
 
 In the frost, whose blight brings low, 
 
 Oh ! the world is full of beauty. 
 In the bright autumnal glow. 
 
 There is beauty in the snow-flakes 
 Falling lightly o'er the earth, 
 
 Beauty in the desolation. 
 
 Which the winter ever brings, 
 
 Beauty in the sparkling crystal 
 Of the rivers, lakes, and springs. 
 
 There is beauty in the sunrise. 
 
 Flooding earth and sea with gold, 
 In the noontide's radient splendor. 
 
 Who its beauties can behold ? 
 Beauty in the yellow sunset. 
 
 Lighting earth, and sky, and sea. 
 Oh ! the world is full of beauty. 
 
 When the heart is light and free. 
 
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 There is beaut}^ in the tempest 
 
 When the dark clouds like a pall, 
 Spreads o'er nature's fair creation, 
 
 Beauty in the flashing lightning. 
 And the awful thunder's roar ; 
 
 In the splashing of the rain drops 
 Falling from the airy shore. 
 
 < Of the everlasting caves. 
 
 Beauty in the music falling 
 
 Of the myriad warbling songsters 
 Flitting o'er our much loved land. 
 
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 There is beauty in the forests ; I 
 
 Hidden far from mortal view > 
 
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 Of every form, and size, and hue. ^ 
 
 Beauty in the mighty ocean, > 
 
 In the restless foam crest waves, > 
 
 Beauty in the hidden fathoms \ 
 
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 Beauty in the murmering pine-trees 
 And the waters' ebb and flow, 
 
 Oh, the world is full of beauty 
 
 In storm, in sunshine, and in snow. 
 
 Beauty in the rocks and mountains 
 
 Towering high above the plain. 
 In the daj^-time, in the night-time. 
 
 Be it ever, Lord, the same. 
 There is beauty in the uplands. 
 
 In the lowlands, air, and sea. 
 Oh, the world is full of beaut}^. 
 
 When the heart is light and free ! 
 
 LOOK BEYOND. 
 
 \ Cheer up, sad and lonely mortal 
 3 Wh}^^ grieve thy life awa}^ ? 
 
 ^ Life's not all sorrow, not all anguish, 
 
 ^ There is in store a better day ; 
 
 I Look with pleasure for its advent. 
 
 Do not weary or grow faint ; 
 Ne'er will you reach the blessed portal, 
 
 If you utter one complaint. 
 
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 I stood upon the seashore, > 
 
 My eyes were eastward bound > 
 
 Towards the great, the mighty deep, > 
 
 For countless miles around ! > 
 
 And as I stood there gazing I 
 
 Far out upon the lea, I 
 
 A thrill of rapture filled my soul ^ 
 
 As I gazed ui3on the sea. ] 
 
 The autumn day was dying, 
 Twilight shades were gathering fast, 
 Sighing were the autumn winds 
 For the summer that had passed. 
 The waves broke on the baiTen shore. 
 With a low and mournful sound. 
 And the golden leaves all withered lay 
 Upon the cold, damp ground. 
 As the flowers of summer perish, 
 In all their golden prime. 
 So the hopes I fondly cherished 
 Have gone with the summer-time ! 
 
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 There's a golden tint in the sunset, 
 A yellow mist on the hill, 
 
 The water gleams in the purple, 
 And all is hushed and still. 
 
 I sit alone in the shadows, 
 
 On the verge of the river deep ; 
 
 Other scenes are thrown around me, 
 I would my memory could sleep. 
 
 Why come those bygone visions, 
 Of my past and wasted life ? 
 
 Like a spell they're thrown upon me. 
 How I shudder in the strife ! 
 
 Could I but live m}^ past life o'er. 
 How different were my fate ; 
 
 Now in the anguish of my soul, 
 I can only cry, ''Too late !" 
 
 
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 F. L. & M. A. M.'s PAPER WEDDING. 
 
 From our several homes we've gathered, 
 
 A joyous happy band ; 
 Assured of a friendly smile, 
 
 And a cordial grasp of the hand. 
 We come not in glittering pomp. 
 
 With vassals and serfs by our side, 
 To celebrate the nuptials 
 < Of the bridegroom, and the bride. 
 
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 Not with costly gifts of silver and gold, I 
 
 Silks, satins, velvets, nor pearls ; < 
 
 But we have come as a friendly group < 
 
 Of laughing boys and straw-shop girls. I 
 
 And our gifts mostly of paper consist ; \ 
 
 'Though by these measure not our affection. 
 As kindly accept them as given to you 
 
 Offering to no one rejection. 
 
 The gold and crimson of autumn 
 
 Like a mantle spreads over the land, 
 
 Proclaiming the anniversary 
 
 Of your wedding — so near at hand. 
 
23 F. L. & M. A. m/s paper WEDDING. 
 
 Live for each other, and for Heaven, 
 
 To your sacred trust prove true, 
 And may yours be Heaven's richest blessing, 
 
 'Till you pass beyond the blue. 
 When the years of our lives shall have numbered, 
 
 And the scenes of this life are no more, 
 May we all with the ransomed of earth 
 
 Meet never to part as before ! 
 
 Oct. 1869. 
 
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 E're the "season" should terminate, i 
 
 To give you a paper wedding s 
 
 Regardless of the date. > 
 
 Married a year ! How much of joy > 
 
 Or sadness, you alone can tell ; ^ 
 
 No observer of the outward form I 
 
 Can pierce the heart's deep cell. > 
 
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 LINES ON A RED ROSE. 
 
 \ I plucked me a rose from the garden, 
 
 \ All decked with the bright morning dew 
 
 \ Like the oder of Heaven its perfume, 
 
 < Like the brow of the sunrise its hue. 
 
 < As I gazed on the beautiful flower, 
 <, And the velvet green of each leaf, 
 
 s I thought of the matchless glory 
 
 ^ That encircled its life so brief. 
 
 And my heart grew sad b}^ the thinking, ^ 
 
 And must all of this beauty die ? \ 
 
 Must the fragrance be lost forever, \ 
 
 And the beautiful flower lie \ 
 
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 In the purple shades of oblivion ? I 
 
 "No ;" softly the answer came, I 
 
 ''The good of earth and the lovely, I 
 
 Die but to live again." i 
 
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 I am four and forty, going five ; I 
 
 My locks with white are sprinkled, > 
 
 My form once plump, is growing thin, I 
 
 And my face is, yellow, — wrinkled. > 
 
 The fair white hands of other days I 
 
 By work are now disjointed ; > 
 
 The rose's blush once on my cheek, 5 
 
 By regretful tears anointed. > 
 
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 Why is it that I'm left alone < 
 
 With no one near to love me ? > 
 
 Why is it that the lowliest wretch I 
 
 Has such an air above me ? > 
 
 Can gold buy friendship ? here it is ; 
 
 Take all you want, returning 
 
 But the little love I ask 
 
 To quell my souFs deep yearning ! 
 
 They say the " Old Maid "has no heart 
 Save that of hoarding gain. 
 Ah ! if they but better knew her life. 
 How different were their strain. 
 
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 Turn backward, O time , to the scenes of my youth, 
 
 Let me stand once again in the ambient light 
 
 By the side of my love, bending o'er. 
 
 O, let me take back those cold heartless words 
 
 That sent my dear one over the foam, 
 
 Let me bask in the light of a husband's pure love, 
 
 Take warning by me, girls, dont do it; 
 Eor flirt if you do, — the day you will rue 
 
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 There are crowns for every cross. 
 There are jo^^s for all our sadness. 
 There are homes of perfect gladness 
 There is bliss for all our sighing 
 i There is love that knows no dying. i 
 
 There is a rest that shall endure, 
 "A rest eternal, sacred, sure ! " 
 
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 Franklin ; home of my adoption. 
 
 ^ Name ever dear to me 
 
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 Where e'er I roam, 
 On land or foam, 
 Fond memory ever clings to thee. 
 
 I love thy cool and shaded streets ; 
 
 Thy domes and church-spires high : 
 The mansion, and the poor abode 
 On every by-way, cross-way, road, 
 
 Which meets the traveller's eye. 
 
 I love thy fields, woods, running brooks. 
 Thy pastures broad and green, 
 
 Each rocky ledge, 
 
 And tangled hedge. 
 Which throughout the town are seen. 
 
 I love thy clear and crystal lakes. 
 Bedecked with lillies fair. 
 
 Thy shade trees tall. 
 
 Each fence and wall. 
 The common, and the dusty square. 
 
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 Give me friends who are faithful and true, 
 
 Who will love me for my-self, 
 And not for the works that I may do, 
 
 Nor the silver and gold on my shelf. 
 Yes, give me friends who are faithful and true. 
 
 Let me e'er in their presence bask. 
 The h3^pocrite's smile I hate to view 
 
 And for such I do not ask. 
 
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 I love the yard, where many a friend i 
 
 Lies sleeping in the ground. 
 
 When life is o'er. 
 
 And I no more, 
 Oh, let my ashes there be found 
 
 Love ''airy" daughter, i 
 
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 COUNT THE COST. 
 
 Where the velvet grasses grow, 
 Where the sweetest flowers blow, 
 Where the trees spread broad and high ; 
 Ada, Ada, lovely daughter, 
 Hair like golden sunlit water. 
 Came one summer's eve with Guy. 
 
 Guy was tall and passing fair. 
 Dressed in blue and gold-lace rare. 
 And a sword sheathed by his side ; 
 "Now little Sylph, dont be unruly. 
 And tell me, Darling, tell me truly. 
 Can you be a Soldier's bride ? " 
 
 " I love you, Guy, there's no denying. 
 With a love that knows no dying. 
 But be your bride, I never will ; 
 Within the leaves of God is hidden, 
 A sacred verse which has forbidden 
 A man his brother man to kill. 
 
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 If you prefer the din of battle, ^ 
 
 Bloodshed, and the cannon's rattle i 
 
 To a loved and quiet home, 
 
 Go ; and maj^ God ne'er forget the deed > 
 
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 Causing the form of a brother to bleed, > 
 
 And of making the lives of his loved ones so lone." I 
 
 ''My country calls me, Ada, calls me, 
 
 — Although the thought of going galls me. 
 
 To set the sons of Afric free. 
 
 And perhaps the call that I have heeded. 
 
 May furnish the very arm that's needed 
 
 To lead us on to victorv ! " I 
 
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 " 'To lead xis on to victory !' > 
 
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 In that one sentence underlies. I 
 
 To give lover, father, son, and brother I 
 
 To Death's jaws for the freedom of another, > 
 
 It fills my soul with strange surprise ! " \ 
 
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31 FETTERED AVITH CiOLlJ. 
 
 To think of the thousands slain I 
 
 Upon many a Southern plain, I 
 
 And the homes laid waste and low, I 
 
 ( Just because the South seceded > 
 
 And a few more ''niggers needed ! " ) I 
 
 Great God of Heaven, why was it so? I 
 
 FETTERED WITH GOLD. >^ 
 
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 On the green margin of a mighty river ^ 
 
 Where the earliest sunbeams sparkle and quiver, S 
 
 Stood an olden castle of ponderous size, I 
 
 Whose very towers seemed to reach the skies. > 
 
 There were shaded ^^ alks, and perfumed bowers, I 
 
 Enchanting lanes, and rare and fragrant flowers. > 
 
 Wide spreading trees, where the birds of song I 
 
 Flitted and warbled, a countless throng. > 
 
 There were marble founts of dazzling whiteness, 5 
 
 Steeds black as the night, of fairy-like lightness. ^ 
 
 Servants in livery of green and of gold, I 
 
 And guests, half as many as the castle would hold. ^ 
 
 There were carpets as soft as the water-fouls' down, i 
 
 EnAvoven in colors of scarlet and brown, ? 
 
FETTERED WITH GOLD. 32 
 
 Scarlet and brown, pnrple, amber and blue, 
 
 Green, crimson, and orange and every hue. 
 
 There were paintings in casements of fresco and gold," 
 
 And statues and trinkets, whose wealth were untold. 
 
 There were laces and velvets, rare jewels, and silk. 
 
 Fruits, and meats, wine, honey, and milk. 
 
 There was music and dancing, and the guests were all gay 
 
 On this, the return of the Baron's birthday. 
 
 ? Near the smoking embers, in a cottage old and low, I 
 
 < Sat a fair and radient maiden gazing on the dying glow; < 
 ^ Her lustrous eyes were swollen with the weeping, S 
 
 < And the poverty around her was with her soul in keeping. > 
 
 < '^ The year has passed," the maiden said, and broke the stillness, s 
 
 < ''He has not come, is death the hindrence? mayhap illness, > 
 I No ; that cannot be, or else he would h^ve wrote me, > 
 c God ! that in the cradle Thou had'st smote me. > 
 
 < For twelve long months IVe toiled, and hoped, and waited, > 
 
 < And watched the ships come in full rigged and freighted, > 
 
 < And yet you come not, O Heaven, can it be > 
 
 < That they have laid him in the cold salt sea ? " > 
 
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.33 FETTERED WITH GOLD. > 
 
 And thus she sobbed and waited 'till the dawning, > 
 
 — All through tlie night-time — of another morning. 
 
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 "Friendless, desolate my heart, perished all I've loved in life, l 
 
 Sad, rejected, crazed, and famished, my existance but a strife. > 
 
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 Into the river's depths I'll plunge — No, but from this very hour, I 
 
 ril seek the Baron, give my answer ' ves ' and live for wealth I 
 
 and power. I 
 
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 — If Carl should return ; but that never can ])e — > 
 
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 ' Though I give to the Baron my hand ; my Iieart Carl is ever > 
 
 with thee. " 
 
 "Pour out the wine, and fill the bowls to over-flowing, 
 
 Drink and be meiTy with ne'er a thought of sorrow knowing ! " $ 
 
 The Baron shouted through each perfumed hall and alley > 
 
 gilded, > 
 
 '' To night I wed, on this my future hopes are builded ! " I 
 
 And 'mid all the pomp of wealth and high position, I 
 
 The bride elect, ascended from her low condition l 
 
 None other than the broken hearted maiden > 
 
 To wed a man with not a vestage of her love to laden. I 
 
 The years rolled by, and time had soothed her every sorrow > 
 
 And happy in her children's love cared little for the morrow. I 
 
 But what of Carl ? after years of toil and anxious waiting, > 
 
 He owned a ship — his hard earned spoils — and rich in freight- > 
 
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 FETTERED WITH GOLD. 34 
 
 Steered his course for the olden scenes of his much loved land, 
 And as he neared his destined port, beheld the castle grand. 
 The port now reached, he asked of her who filled his soul with 
 gladness, 
 
 < And the answer given, brought to him the deepest sadness. 
 
 > "Great God ! he sighed, and for me has all her former love grown I 
 ^ cold? ) 
 ^ Marguerite a Baroness, and fettered with another's gold? i 
 i Although she were the queen herself, and I the most degraded > 
 
 > slave; > 
 
 < I'd gaze once more upon her face, and in her glorious pres- > 
 
 > ence lave." < 
 
 ( The Baroness in trailing robes, stood pondering o'er her fate, I 
 
 ^ When a Servian t entered and announced a stranger at the castle 
 
 ^ gate; 
 
 ^ She read the name, and as she read, a strange unusual surprise 
 
 I Gleamed from her moistened and until now lustrous eyes. I 
 
 < " Carl returned ! Ah, no ! I cannot see him while another's wife, ^ 
 > And if I did the Baron in his wrath would take my life. I 
 
 < Ah ! how the old love within me rises, and what is that com- e 
 ? pared with gold ? ^ 
 
 < The one radient burnished whiteness, the other filth and rotten ^ 
 
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 ^ Bid him enter, I must see him, though the Baron be displeased." e 
 i Safe within the castle walls by the Baron's order Carl was > 
 
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 ^ Never once his cries for mercy heeding, ^ 
 
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 AMERICA 
 
 The one against the many, unavailing in resistance, \ 
 
 The Baroness in silken robes quick flew to his assistance ; > 
 
 But too late, the fatal missile had forever stopped his breath, \ 
 
 And the Baron in his frenzy, caused his wife a kindred death. > 
 
 In a castle not made with hands, bordering on the jasper sea, \ 
 
 Carl and Marguerite forever dwell in perfect harmony. > 
 
 While within an olden ruin covered o'er with rust and mould, s 
 
 The ashes of the Baron wasteth, fettered with his shining gold ! S 
 
 Grand old America ! 
 
 Land of the free, 
 
 Thou art my home, 
 
 And ever shalt be. 
 
 'Till earth's drama closing, \ 
 
 And m}^ unclouded eye \ 
 
 Beholds one more grand, > 
 
 In yon distant sky. > 
 
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 thp: higher life 
 
 I long for a better, grander life ; 
 
 My existance here is but a strife, 
 
 And to taste of the waters sweet. 
 For a robe, a crown, and a golden harp ; 
 And a place at the Saviour's feet. 
 
 I'm tired of life ; its joys 
 
 And beauties are but a dream ; 
 
 And my soul cries out for the better joys 
 Of the beautiful land unseen. 
 
 I long for the loved ones gone. 
 And like them I would be free ; 
 
 Oh, thou grim messenger of death 
 I long and wait for thee ! 
 
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 In the morning when the sunrise, 
 Floods tiie earth and sea with gold, 
 
 And the music and the perfume 
 Chase each other fold on fold ; 
 
 In the the noontide's buridshed splendor, 
 In the twilight calm and free, 
 
 When the stars are brightl}' shining, 
 Dearest, then I think of thee ! 
 
 In the day-time in the night-time. 
 
 On the land or on the foam. 
 With the stranger, far from kindred. 
 
 Or with those I love at home ; 
 
 To thee my thoughts are ever turning. 
 Making life a pleasant dream ; 
 
 Chasing from my heart the shadows 
 Into the mystical unseen. 
 
 May the Lord, our God, forever 
 
 Guide thee all life's journey through, 
 
 'Till we meet 'neath Heaven's portals, 
 There our friendship to renew ! 
 
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 THE DYING CHILD. 38 
 
 
 THE DYING CHILD. 
 
 '^ I am ci^nug, mother, dying, 
 Move me nearer to the light, 
 
 Raise the window, ope' the shutters, 
 Let me see the flowers bright. 
 
 I would once more smell the perfume 
 Arising from each emerald bed, 
 
 Once more hear the sweet birds warble 
 Ere Fm numbered with the dead. 
 
 Mother, dearest, whence this weeping? 
 
 I am onh' going home. 
 Going home to Christ the Saviour, 
 
 Never more in sin to roam. 
 
 Tell my darling playments, mother, 
 
 I will meet them up above. 
 With the angels pure and holy 
 
 Shall I tell him you are coming \ 
 
 To that radient sinless shore ? 
 What word have you for brother Will 
 
 I shall see his face once more. 
 
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 In that atmosphere of love ! > 
 
 
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 Kiss me mother, I am dying, 
 
 Quickly it will soon be o'er ; 
 Oh, I hear the sweetest music !" 
 
 — The pitcher broken — Fred no more. 
 
 Forever hushed the childish voice, 
 Forever stilled the noisy feet ; 
 
 Forever freed from aught of woe. 
 For e'er to walk the golden street ! 
 
 RETROSPECTIVE. > 
 
 Brightly gleamed the glittering sunlight I 
 
 O'er each valley, hill, and plain ; \ 
 
 Over woodlands green and amber, I 
 
 And fields of yellow, ripened grain. I 
 
 Brightly gleamed the glittering sunlight, i 
 
 I can see its splendor 3^et ; > 
 
 And the words that I then uttered > 
 
 I can never more forget ! s 
 
 'Neath the shadows of the pine-trees \ 
 
 Towering high above my head, > 
 
 I made a pledge that naught should ever, \ 
 
 — Until I numbered with the dead — > 
 
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 Sever me from her wliose presence 
 
 Filled the very air with love. 
 And she trusted and believed me, 
 
 My wronged, slighted, gentle Dove. 
 
 Oh, how bright the day, and babiiy, 
 
 How the crystal waters glowed ; 
 Did e'er such colors blend together 
 
 As made up that autumn robe ? 
 If worlds were mine, I'd gladly give them 
 
 For the brightness of that hour. 
 And the joy I then possessed 
 
 I'd not exchange for all earth's power ! 
 
 To be great ! and known ! and read of men [ 
 
 — A wild ambition fired m}^ breast. 
 And to that end I'd bend my powers 
 
 Regardless of my soul's unrest 
 Can fame, and wealth, and high position, 
 
 Atone for a loveless, hapless, life ? 
 Can all the plaudits of a stranger 
 
 Supercede a loving wife? 
 
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41 RETROSPECTIVE. 
 
 Alone in life I vaguely wander, 
 Knowing not where I may go, 
 
 Ever longing, vainly longing 
 For the joys I once did know. 
 
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 As alone* life's waves we wend, I 
 
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 As along life's waves we wend, 
 Yet some day, with pride and pleasure. 
 
 You'll remember I'm your friend ! " 
 Does she now with pride and pleasure 
 
 Ever give my name a place > 
 
 As a '' friend " and not another. 
 
 Or is it from her mind erased? 
 
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 It gives m3^ life a little gladness 
 
 To know that she such bliss hath found, I 
 
 While it gives to me far more of sadness > 
 
 That I a traitor should be found > 
 
 To the nobler instincts of m^^ nature, I 
 
 In proving false to her, who now > 
 
 Graces with her gladsome presence > 
 Another's home ; and I submerged beneath the > 
 
 slough ! ^ 
 
LINES ADDRESSED TO P. B. C. ESQ., 42 
 
 All who know thee, say thoii art a nice good man. 
 Even rivaling in goodness, the ancient prophet Dan ; 
 If you sell a stick of timber, or a little "jag of wood,'' 
 You'll pick out all the best sir, so that it may be good. 
 
 Now this is one good trait of the many you are blest. 
 But dont kick the milk pail over, sober nor in jest ; 
 And when your wife speaks cross, pray think it animation, 
 Dont tell her she has tongue enough to '*' craze all God's crea- 
 tion ! " 
 
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 For she's like a coal of tire, the more 'tis stirred the hotter will < 
 
 it grow, > 
 
 And Mr. C — you know you hate sl good warm fire so. I 
 
 You have two charming daughters, as every body knows, ^ 
 
 But dont loose your temper, if your daughters dont have $ 
 
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 And if e'er again the "room is hot enough to roast," 
 Dont grind your teeth, and for the heat, to your poor wife 
 
 throw toast ; 
 But take the toast you'd throw at her, and give it to the poor, 
 And all who of the toast partook would bless you ever more ! 
 
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 '* Well, the fact on it is, I really dont know V 
 
 Well, some are too stout, others too lean 
 Some are too short others too high. 
 A woman with wealth could do better 
 Than to have a poor man like me. 
 
 To he supported by charity. 
 
 " I alius have noticed in the full o' the moon! " 
 Said old mother Bowen w4th a swing of the broom — 
 That in layin^ stun wall, it has alius been found 
 That the foundation stun alius fust touches ground !" 
 
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 AMONG THE ROCKS. 44 
 
 AMONG THE EOCKS. 
 
 Merc}^, I have been to the rocks 
 
 Where often we've wandered together, 
 To the moss covered rocks, where we used to sit 
 
 In the beautiful summer weather. > 
 
 And I sat me down in the very spot 
 Where I ask cousin Amy to sing ; 
 
 You know the song, I forget its name- 
 Of a Shepherdess marrying a King. 
 
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 And dont 3^ou remember Sir Briton ? > 
 
 And how fast he walked up the hill, \ 
 
 To the old red house 'neath the stately elms, > 
 
 On a visit to the widow Gill ? > 
 
 But the widow true to her native race \ 
 
 A '• Briton " refused to take, i 
 
 Prefering to live with her children two > 
 
 As the wife and family of good '' Squire Blake. " \ 
 
 And dont you remember the grand old trees 
 Where we merrily passed the hours, 
 
 Stiring the leaves for the chestnuts ripe 
 In vour father's woods and Tower's? 
 
$ 45 AMONG THE ROCKS. 
 
 > And dont you remember the well filled pails i 
 
 \ Of the berries we used to pick ? I 
 
 I You know you picked yours more cleanly than I, < 
 
 \ With never a leaf nor a stick'. I 
 
 Mercy, I have been to the house s 
 
 Where knowledge to us was imparted > 
 
 By good teachers, like Woodard, and Jenckes, > 
 
 Beloved by their school — human hearted. ^ 
 
 And Mercy I ' ve been to the house, I 
 
 The self same house, I declare, I 
 Where femail demons like Massey and Cook 
 
 From morning 'till night pulled our hair. 
 
 [ And dont you remember Foster's old pond I 
 
 I With cranberries all studded o'er? 
 
 $ Mc'Ferson's well hard hj from the house 
 
 \ And the dipper inside of the door? 
 
 ^ And dont you remember the slides down the hill, < 
 
 5 And the pines, cool, airy, and green? I 
 
 I The boy-love, and girl-love of Edwin, and May, > 
 
 \ Charlie and Stella, Emma and Gene ? i 
 
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AMONG THE ROCKS. 46 
 
 And dont joii remember how Nell used to plague 
 
 Every boy and girl in the school ? I 
 
 And how Melindy and Ann showed contempt 
 
 For every teachers known rule ? 
 And dont you remember the dreaded reviews, 
 
 The knocks, and committies long calls? 
 And the fun going home after school was let out 
 
 Returning and dodging the snow thrown in balls 
 
 And dont you remember how sad was each heart 
 When we learned that Walter had died? 
 
 And Addie, and Lewis, one after another, 
 As they passed to the unseen tide? 
 
 And 3^ear after year the reaper, Death 
 Cuts down the friends of our youth. 
 
 We know not how soon he may call for us, > 
 
 Are we walking in ways of truth? > 
 
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 Could we welcome death as the gatewa}^ ^ 
 
 To the radient sinless tide ? I 
 
 Could I ? could You ? I know not ; I 
 We must each for ourselves decide. 
 
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 AMONG THE ROCKS. 
 
 But how changed are yon and I ! 
 
 Who can measnre the golden chain ^ 
 
 Linking friend and friend together? I 
 
 Who can fathom the depth of hate ? < 
 
 What makes the storm, and pleasant weather? < 
 
 Life's a myster}" ; he's a master } 
 
 Who that mystery can explore ; i 
 
 Have you the keys ? then ope' the doorwa}', I 
 
 Let me taste of the hidden lore. l 
 
 Old time scenes give place to new ones, I 
 
 But the old ones far are better ! . I 
 
 Good bye sweet friend, m}^ muse ma}^ sometime \ 
 
 Lift the vail from oft this letter. i 
 
 Mercvi I have been to the rocks . I 
 
 Where often we've wandered together ; * ^ 
 
 To the moss covered rocks where we used to sit, I 
 
 Li the beautiful summer w^eather. I 
 
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 And I sat me down in the very spot 
 
 Where we sat in the days gone by ; 
 
 And the old time scenes are still the same ; 
 
THE SOXG OF THE REVELLER. 48 
 
 Mine eyes have seen the glory 
 Of the gilded gay saloon, 
 
 I have seen the merry dancers 
 
 With yonth and health aglow 
 
 I have seen the silks and satins 
 Trailing on the marble floor, 
 And beheld the richest velvets 
 
 Of many a blnshing maiden, 
 < And manv a matron fair. 
 
 I have grasped the lily whiteness 
 Of many a dimpled hand. 
 
 I have ate the choicest viands 
 Of this and every land. 
 
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I have drained the golden vessels 
 Of the bright and sparkling wine, 
 
 And have heard the sweetest music, 
 To listen, — was divine ! ' 
 
 I've been lauded and applauded 
 In painting, prose, and verse. 
 
 And the pauper's gilded curse. 
 I have stood before the footlights, 
 
 And received the perfumed showers 
 Of the boquets jevvel-knoted, 
 
 Made of Heaven's choicest flowers. 
 
 Every pleasure I have known 
 
 Of a grand successful strife. 
 But I fear my joys will lessen 
 
 In that other, grander life ! 
 I have velvets for my vesture 
 
 Of every colored dye, 
 A palace grand to live in, 
 
 With all that wealth can buy. 
 
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I HOW LONG, O GOD, HOW LONG? 50 
 
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 I shall roll in regal splendor 
 'Till death mine eyelids close ; 
 
 What m}^ fate may be, beyond life's wave, 
 There is none on earth wlio knows. 
 
 So fill up the golden vessels 
 'Till the wine o'erflows the brim ; 
 
 Play and sing your sweetest music, 
 
 I And dance on ye n^^mphs of sin ! 
 
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 A devotee to mammon. 
 
 My pra} er-book sordid gold ; 
 
 And I've proved a willing vassel ; 
 
 For the g\ory of earth's hours, 
 I have sacrificed a throne 
 
 In Heaven's radient bowers ! 
 
 HOW LONG, O GOD, HOW LONG? 
 
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 Before its advent ? shall I live to see I 
 
 The glorious dawning of that long looked 
 For da}' ? or shall nothingness surround my 
 
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 51 HOW LOXG, O GOD, HOW LONG 
 
 Former existence, how long, O God, how 
 Long? When shall man love his brother man and 
 Strife and bitter cursings cease ? When shall war 
 
 No longer make a wTCck of noble men, > 
 
 And maniacs of grief fettered kindred, > 
 
 And laying fruitful fields to barren wastes ? i 
 
 When shall warmth and plenty greet the beggar, I 
 And freed the rich man's mind from worldly care ? > 
 When shall cease the ills that flesh is heir to, l 
 
 And doctors and mixed poisons be unheard I 
 
 Of ? When shall w^oman loveliest of Thine l 
 
 Own creation ne'er stoop to folly and I 
 
 To jealousy absurd ? when shall mothers < 
 
 Teach their daughters meek submission and sons I 
 Of fathers show respect for men of age 
 And those possessed of greater wisdom ? When 
 Shall kindly feeling and evenness of 
 Temper, alike animate the human 
 Breast ? When shall cease the reign of evil and 
 Thou, O God, be '' All in All?" O, how long? 
 
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 It gladdens the heart of the joung and the old, 
 i And its value to mortals could never be told. 
 
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 It falls from the heavens to gladden the earth. 
 
 By its magical touch, the flowers owe their birth. 
 
 Without it no verdure of greenness were found. 
 
 And all things that liveth, would be dust of the ground. 
 
 Oh, the bright sparkling water, how clear and how free, 
 Giving life to each shrub and the stateliest tree. 
 It gladdens the heart of the young and the old. 
 
 When the hills and the vallies are parched and dry, 
 And the leaves of the summer loose their emerald dye 
 From the clouds of the ashes and dust floating by ; 
 How sweet is the sound of the fast falling rain, 
 Restoring to newness the dry earth again. 
 
 ^ And its worth is to man, more than silver and gold. I 
 
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 water; how pure and how free. 
 
 The feathery flakes of the beautiful snow, > 
 
 Makino: a vesture for the brown earth below, I 
 
 The ice, and the sleet, the hail, and the rain I 
 
 Returneth to bless us ao^ain and ao^ain. s 
 
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 ^Tis the ice, and the rain, and the feathery snow > 
 
 Which causeth the brooks, lakes, and rivers to glow, I 
 
 It gladdens the heart, of the young, and the old, 5 
 
 And its value to mortals, could never be told. > 
 
 Prepared of God for his creatures below, > 
 
 It comes in the storm-cloud, and the fast melting snow > 
 
 Swelling the springs, and the rivulets flow. 
 Blessing alike, the high and the low. 
 
 In the roar of Niagara, in the splash and the foam. 
 — The fame of whose waters reacheth every zone, — 
 In the depths of the ocean, and the rise of the sea. 
 The bright sparkling water how pure and how free ! 
 
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GONE BEFORE. 54 \ 
 
 GONE BEFORE 
 
 Dora, whither hast thou journied 
 
 From this shadowed globe of ours ? 
 Art thou happy now ? 
 
 And is th}^ pathway strewn with flowers ? 
 Art thou freed from pain ? 
 
 From every trace of earthly sorrow ? 
 Are thy yesterdays a peace, 
 
 And dost thou welcome each to-morrow ? 
 
 Ever thinkest thou of earth life ? > 
 
 Of the dust, thy spirits vesture, I 
 
 Of the old familiar scenes, > 
 
 A friend's glad smile, or welcome gesture? > 
 
 Existence what, beyond the outlines c 
 
 Of this planet ? canst thou tell ? I 
 
 Is there a rest for weary mortals ? I 
 
 Hast aught of sadness e'er befell l 
 
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 If so tell me I implore ; 
 Or is thy tongue forever silenced 
 On the mystic shore ? 
 
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 Hast thou a robe of dazzling whiteness, 
 A queenly crown, a harp of gold ? 
 
 Loaded down with rust and mould ? 
 
 Hast thou ever trod the pastures 
 Or sat beside the waters sw^eet? 
 
 Or are these hoped for glories but a myth, 
 And death a last long dreamless sleep? 
 
 Do spirits ever hover o'er us 
 And daily, nightly, vigils keep? 
 
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 If SO answer I implore ; $ 
 
 Whither hast thy spirit journied \ 
 
 From this earthly shore ? I 
 Thy earth-friends, hope, and wait and watch for \ 
 
 A blessed reunion b}^ and by, \ 
 
 If so be there's life hereafter I 
 
 And the body only die! > 
 
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